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I haven't set up my review page yet, but I've been thinking of getting back into reviewing and helping people with their stories. My favorite genre is Fantasy, epic/high being my preferred subgenre, but all are welcome. I'm fine with any genre except erotica but having an erotic scene in a story that's in another genre I won't mind. Don't worry if it's got mistakes, I rate story over grammar cohesion. And I can help out with grammatical errors if you'd like. Can email me or send review requests |
A good friend of mine just uploaded her first chapter. It's a fast paced, thrilling read and be great to show her some support  "Hopefall (Chapter One)"  13+: A grieving father desperately fights for his daughter when their reality comes under siege |
A little scene for you guys. To give some context: Valhan is in the After death talking with his deceased father and Grand Father he never knew, but grew up admiring. "I'm willing to fight, I just don't know what to fight for." Valhan mutters while mindlessly staring at the steam rising from his mug. "The world?" Thareon suggest from his chair in front of the fireplace, his eyes searching the star filled, white sky for thoughts. "Why fight for what broke me?" Valhan counters before taking a cautious sip of his Pale Leaf tea. "Cause it's what you'd do before it did." Thraykar speaks up finally, his chair on the opposite side of the fireplace from Thareon with his eyes on Valhan's back. "Save the world, to save you." |
| Just wanted to share a bit of a poem before I go for a bit. Still working on it. "The world could afford to pay for what it's done to me... If it knew my pain, it would never stop screaming If I could scream it all out, it would deafen the world If it carried the same weight, it would crumble If I cried it all out, it would flood the land If it bore my scars, the land would be reshaped" |
** Image ID #2156303 Unavailable ** Happy Birthday and all the best to you in the year to come! Kindest Regards, Lilli |
| Just a rough poem to help how I'm feeling... Down, down Going for another round Into the dark Slipping, falling Collect another mark "Hello Darling" she says That smile, like all the rest Genuinely Treacherous Secretly torturous She runs her hands over my skin Suddenly, I'm back with them, back then Their desires forced with that grin Love disguised Dressed up to be my demise I'd never be innocent again Thought "no" meant "no" Oh, could only watch my virginity go That precious gift Ruined and can't be opened again Down, down For another round Into the dark Slipping, falling Collect another mark... |
I finally wrote something, and while I'm still working on it, I am quite proud of myself that I got back to it. It is still a work in progress, but for those of you who are interested, it's about a character named Alvandar (al like val - van like yawn - dar like car). The Last One or Last of his Own, as he is called by those he helps. https://www.writing.com/main/view_item/item_id/2178443 |
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